Page 69 of Being Bold
Cupping her face, he deepened the kiss. She answered with a soft, throaty sound, making his blood flow south. Lying back on the bed, he pulled her with him, or he would have if she hadn’t resisted with a gentle tug against his hands.
Worried, he sat up. “What is it, ocean-eyes?”
Though her gaze remained serious, a soft smile warmed her lips. “It’s my turn to make you forget.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant until she knelt between his legs.
Oh, fuck.
Excitement flushed through his veins. If she wanted to give him a blowjob, he wouldn’t deny her. Not when he’d imagined his dick in her mouth too many times to count. Just thinking about it made him rock hard.
She made a hum of approval then traced his length with a finger. When she ran it over the tip, he jerked with a curse. The teasing smile she shot him in response made him grip the bedcovers in his fists to keep from reaching for her.
“Can I tell you something, Bo?” she asked the question as her hand encircled the base of his cock and squeezed.
He bit back a groan and asked, “What?”
She bent her head and placed a wet kiss on the top of his shaft. “I like the way you smell.”
Damn, she was a tease. He liked it—a lot.
“Yeah? Well, I like the way you taste.”
She smiled at his reply and lowered her mouth.
This was it. She was going to—
A growl of pleasure tore from his throat as soon as she took him into her mouth. “That feels fucking amazing,” he panted as she swirled her tongue over his throbbing flesh.
When her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him to the back of her throat, his eyes wanted to roll back in his head. “Oh fuck.”
She murmured in agreement around her hold on him, and the vibrations traveled through his body. His lids half lowered, but he didn’t unlock his gaze from the sight of her pleasuring him. It was too fucking perfect. If he died in this moment, he’d die a happy man.
With her hand and mouth working him in tandem, he felt his release hovering close. As much as he wanted it, he wanted to come inside her more. To give her what she’d given him. A moment where he didn’t have to think about the past or their uncertain future. Where they could exist in the pleasure of the here and now.
“Selene, wait,” he rasped. Brushing a hand through her hair, he gripped her nape. “I want to come inside you.”
She gave one last long pull, then released him with a pop that had him grunting with need. Tugging her into a standing position, he slowly slid his hands up her rounded hips, across her ribs, until he cupped her heavy breasts. He teased her with his thumbs until her breathing quickened. Thrilled at the arousal glowing on her olive skin, he captured one then the other, working the golden buds with his mouth.
When she was squirming, whimpering with need, he released her, then trailed a finger down her body until he met her folds. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes!” she cried out with hungry desperation as he pierced her heat.
When she clenched around his finger, he growled, “Good girl.”
“Bo, please,” she whined, clutching at his shoulders.
He was more than ready to give her what she needed. Gripping her hips, he coaxed her onto his lap. “Take me in, beautiful.”
When she did, he lowered his head to her shoulder and just breathed for a minute. It might be better if he died protecting her tomorrow. Because living and knowing he’d never feel this again . . . it’d be worse than torture.
Her soft palms touched either side of his head. “Bo, what’s wrong?”
Fuck, he was ruining this. Shaking his head, he cleared any thoughts but her and bringing her to the peak from his mind. Lifting his head, he captured her mouth and urged her hips to move. The sounds she made as she rode him were nearly his undoing. Freeing her mouth, he twisted, pulling her underneath him.
Her hands roamed freely over his chest, arms, and back. Everywhere she touched left an imprint, searing into his memory. Gripping her leg, he placed it over his shoulder. She arched, her eyes closing on a groan of pleasure at the new angle. “Oh, God. I’m close.”
He was, too. Reaching between them, he added pressure with his thumb while he drove into her. “Look at me, Selene.”
